"I will not," she promptly replies, and further demonstrates her commitment to unprofessionalism by tilting her head so it is completely obvious, even to someone as flirt impaired as Gale, that she is checking out his butt. She even whistles at him, the menace.

He's right that exercise is important and that it is perfectly reasonable that nothing about his home would prevent him from it with a little effort. She nods acceptance at the answer and says, "Ah. Tara makes you do it."

She knows them. How can he keep forgetting?